If you go deep <br />Into the heart <br />What do you find there? <br />Fear, fear, <br />Fear of the jaws of the rock, <br />Fear of the teeth and splinters of iron that tear <br />Flesh from the bone, and the moist <br />Blood, running unfelt <br />From the wound, and the hand <br />Suddenly moist and red. <br /> <br />If you go deep <br />Into the heart <br />What do you find? <br />Grief, grief, <br />Grief for the life unlived, <br />For the loves unloved, <br />For the child never to be born, <br />Th'unbidden anguish, when the fair moon <br />Rises over still summer seas, and the pain <br />Of sunlight scattered in vain on spring grass. <br /> <br />If you go deeper <br />Into the heart <br />What do you find there? <br />Death, death, <br />Death tht lets all go by, <br />Lets the blood flow from the wound, <br />Lets the night pass, <br />Endures the day with indifference, knowing that all must end. <br />Sorrow is not forever, ad sense <br />Endures no extremities, <br />Death is the last Secret implicit within you, the hidden, the deepest <br />Knowledge of all you will ever unfold <br />In this body of earth.<br /><br />Kathleen Jessie Raine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/introspection/
